A Hegemonic Fear
Who stole the light from your eyes?
I would say don't give me that face
But I know there must be a reason for it
A reason I cannot solve
Nor stop,
Nor save
Do you still see the light at least?
Or the colors of the wind?
A storm came through,
And passed
Leaving
Me, and
You
And our numbered pasts
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